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We'll be going to lunch at Chip Shop for the best corned beef and cabbage in the world.

On the 18th, we'll be going to the local parade. This year it should be especially nice because there will be marching units from Ireland that participated in the big parade in Manhattan the day before.

I will be making corned beef, cabbage, colcannon and soda bread. Then after dinner we will go see my daughter's high school production of Thoroughly Modern Mille - she's in the production, and I will be heelping out backstage with the girls makeup

I will be making corned beef and cabbage (or potatoes) in the crockpot, probably a loaf of soda bread as well, or soda bread muffins prior to the day, as well as some corned beef and dill dip. Drinking at least one Guinness (though usually for this lightweight one is enough)

And I'll be watching the QVC shows to hear the Irish accents and see what they're selling, and chatting with my bff most of the day. She usually works Saturdays but took off because it's St. Patrick's Day and...because the very next day she'll be leaving for a 2 week trip to Ireland!

I'll miss her but I'm sooooo excited for her!

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There will be green shamrock-shaped cookies, served with tea, while Van Morrison and the Chieftains play in the background, at 4 pm.

Then we'll have the annual corned beef and cabbage and mashed potatoes and peas (because they are green). And a glass of whiskey, because that's what Grandpa always said was needed to help the cabbage go down. Tommy Makem and the Clancy Brothers will play during dinner.

Then after dinner, we force all those who have taken Irish step dancing lessons to perform. Those who are old enough get more whiskey to help them through the annual ordeal.

My husband and I will be attending a completely non-St. Pat's related birthday celebration, so my usual plan of making corned beef and cabbage has to be done on a different day. St. Pat's is one of those days where we generally make a point of not going out because of the preponderance of drunk people and general stupidity in our region.

We are not Irish, and the idea of dyeing our food green or pounding Guiness doesn't appeal. If you're Irish, go for it - but it's not my thing.

I lived in NYC for most of my young adult life, in an area home to several Irish bars. St Patrick's Day was always a little nerve-wracking, in that I had to walk a gauntlet of young drunken idiots professionals to get to my apartment. It queered it for me.

We always stay home, at least in the evening. As Grandpa used to say, all the amateur drunks come out on St. Patrick's Day. It's not safe out there. Which is funny really, because no one really gets drunk in our family.

But a lot of those people out there celebrating hard aren't Irish at all. It's just an excuse for a party. I can see , in the doldrums of March, that people want to have a little fun.

We always stay home, at least in the evening. As Grandpa used to say, all the amateur drunks come out on St. Patrick's Day. It's not safe out there. Which is funny really, because no one really gets drunk in our family.

But a lot of those people out there celebrating hard aren't Irish at all. It's just an excuse for a party. I can see , in the doldrums of March, that people want to have a little fun.

Yeah I don't go out to drink, it's just not my thing. College cured me of that, not that I drank a lot back then, but going to the on campus pub and seeing other people get falling down stupid drunk just wasn't any fun. I found out then it's a lot more fun, not to mention safer, to just drink at home. You're already near your bed and don't have to worry about getting home safely and even if you don't drink, you're not worrying about the ones who think nothing of driving drunk.

As for dying the food green. My parents once bought green bagels when we went to the parade in D.C. I love bagels but the thought of eating a green bread product. Yuck.

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There will be a parade here in town for the first time, so we'll probably go to that. A friend usually plays somewhere and we go to see him. I've never seen green beer. I don't drink beer, but my husband and friends are beer snobs and the bars/pubs we go to won't mess with the booze like that. My margarita is green though.

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